Carl Hokanson, Dan Murphy, Joe Larson, Don Johnson, Kenneth Hokanson, Clayt Farnham, Pete Mandell
THANKS TO ALL!
THANKS TO ALL!
Wayne !
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Carl Hokanson adds to his story. Remember? "You can't get to heaven in a Camp Clark truck." Joseph Larson has another task.
Hi, This is Carl Hokanson , most likely remembered as the "baby of the Hokanson wild bunch". I guess I might have been known as "Cow lick Carly" being that was my most prominent feature. .
I and my other 4 brothers were there circa 1957-9 , Kenny would know best, but I do recall some of the events at Camp Clark that would shape my life and many others as well. My older brothers were workers and that helped pay off my camp bill and give my widowed mother a break from her 5 sons.
One song not mentioned thus far is the great"hit" , ..." You can't get to heaven in a Camp Clark truck", cause the gosh darn thing ain't good enough!".... I'm sure there were other verses some may or may not remember. I do remember the old canvas sided truck and how it picked the youngest campers so we would not perish along the side of the road when hiking to the dunes of the Cape. And so we didn't die from exposure, brought us youngens back early as the camp out turned into sunburns and a very cold damp night at Sandy Neck in Sandwich .
Speaking of music, I seem to remember early opera records being played by some slightly demented counsilor , 'that shall remain nameless to protect the guilty. Tom Lehrer was so much better and fun to hum along to, even if his humor went way over my cow licked head. But there were always other many great camp songs that we enjoyed.
I seem to remember there is an official camp photo of my bent over behind looking into the pond for fish or tadpoles. I may also be the one in the teather ball photo behind the arm of the striker, The cow lick looks familiar.***see photo elsewhere.
I remember the late night , highly frowned upon bull frog hunts up the back edge of the pond. I remember the grub ax and land clearing projects to the water front in front of the junior cabins that took weeks and many blisters. Plus there was the clearing of the area of the parking lot to the edge of the swamp that took lots of time in the hot sun for a new play field.
I remember the once in a while hot dog and marshmallow feasts and camp out in the nether regions way in the darkest heart of the outback. And of course the clever tribal ceremonies and the mystical gillie goofus bird. The pow wow really put the W in wow to our young minds.
Also some of my misdemeanors where trivial to what my older "learned" brothers were pulling off, But they did show my family roots for trouble with a capital T.
Once when asked to fetch the bugle for the camp " musician" to play" Soupy ", (The dinner call) . I tried my hand or lips so to speak at the favorite starving camper song as I walked back with the brass horn. After the second playing my me, the whole camp came a running like a herd of wilderbeasts, only to find out it was I that had played the siren's song and that chow was still 1/2 hr. away. Luckily I was small and they tended not to beat up the little kids,, Or perhaps it was my brother's protection racket that kept me safe. But if looks could kill, I might be on a spit.
I remember my one BIG coup de grace , at least to the White team I was on. There was a ongoing contest between the red and white teams to accumulate points from special projects, nature finds, and other good "do be" things. Late in the season just before the closing date for point entries, I found in my diggings back behind the nature hut a salemander with eggs under some log I was poking around under, When brought to Spike , he was in awe of my little find and gave my team ( much to the chagrin of the Red team) enough points to squeak out a last second buzzer beating win. Hero to some ,, bum to others. , I think the prize was,that we got a catered supper by the losing team. I seem to remember how one of the Hastings was POed. But he had to serve our supper, while he ate crow. Soupy" never sounded soooo good!"
Lesson in life 101:: If the red team had not teased us little kids when they had a big lead things may have been different. I do remember the call to arms and the daily hunt for bonus points and their agony of defeat! Nah- nah Ha ha hoo, hornet bites are good for you!
I will dig out family photos and other camp memorobilia and send them in , but my favorite times in life were the learning to swim, the badges, the archery, the camp outs and all the great camp activities, And most of all the wisdom of Uncle Bob and the Hastings, and Johnsons and all who made the mystical summers of my youth the best times of all..
all the best " little" Carly Hokanson
Updates #1 & #2 below.
Hi, Here's the song lyrics, I remember the Camp Clark final verse / moral as:
Now 49 years of foaming crud, we both drink cider from a mug
Now 49 years of foaming crud , we both drink cider from a mug..
I and my other 4 brothers were there circa 1957-9 , Kenny would know best, but I do recall some of the events at Camp Clark that would shape my life and many others as well. My older brothers were workers and that helped pay off my camp bill and give my widowed mother a break from her 5 sons.
One song not mentioned thus far is the great"hit" , ..." You can't get to heaven in a Camp Clark truck", cause the gosh darn thing ain't good enough!".... I'm sure there were other verses some may or may not remember. I do remember the old canvas sided truck and how it picked the youngest campers so we would not perish along the side of the road when hiking to the dunes of the Cape. And so we didn't die from exposure, brought us youngens back early as the camp out turned into sunburns and a very cold damp night at Sandy Neck in Sandwich .
Speaking of music, I seem to remember early opera records being played by some slightly demented counsilor , 'that shall remain nameless to protect the guilty. Tom Lehrer was so much better and fun to hum along to, even if his humor went way over my cow licked head. But there were always other many great camp songs that we enjoyed.
I seem to remember there is an official camp photo of my bent over behind looking into the pond for fish or tadpoles. I may also be the one in the teather ball photo behind the arm of the striker, The cow lick looks familiar.***see photo elsewhere.
I remember the late night , highly frowned upon bull frog hunts up the back edge of the pond. I remember the grub ax and land clearing projects to the water front in front of the junior cabins that took weeks and many blisters. Plus there was the clearing of the area of the parking lot to the edge of the swamp that took lots of time in the hot sun for a new play field.
I remember the once in a while hot dog and marshmallow feasts and camp out in the nether regions way in the darkest heart of the outback. And of course the clever tribal ceremonies and the mystical gillie goofus bird. The pow wow really put the W in wow to our young minds.
Also some of my misdemeanors where trivial to what my older "learned" brothers were pulling off, But they did show my family roots for trouble with a capital T.
Once when asked to fetch the bugle for the camp " musician" to play" Soupy ", (The dinner call) . I tried my hand or lips so to speak at the favorite starving camper song as I walked back with the brass horn. After the second playing my me, the whole camp came a running like a herd of wilderbeasts, only to find out it was I that had played the siren's song and that chow was still 1/2 hr. away. Luckily I was small and they tended not to beat up the little kids,, Or perhaps it was my brother's protection racket that kept me safe. But if looks could kill, I might be on a spit.
I remember my one BIG coup de grace , at least to the White team I was on. There was a ongoing contest between the red and white teams to accumulate points from special projects, nature finds, and other good "do be" things. Late in the season just before the closing date for point entries, I found in my diggings back behind the nature hut a salemander with eggs under some log I was poking around under, When brought to Spike , he was in awe of my little find and gave my team ( much to the chagrin of the Red team) enough points to squeak out a last second buzzer beating win. Hero to some ,, bum to others. , I think the prize was,that we got a catered supper by the losing team. I seem to remember how one of the Hastings was POed. But he had to serve our supper, while he ate crow. Soupy" never sounded soooo good!"
Lesson in life 101:: If the red team had not teased us little kids when they had a big lead things may have been different. I do remember the call to arms and the daily hunt for bonus points and their agony of defeat! Nah- nah Ha ha hoo, hornet bites are good for you!
I will dig out family photos and other camp memorobilia and send them in , but my favorite times in life were the learning to swim, the badges, the archery, the camp outs and all the great camp activities, And most of all the wisdom of Uncle Bob and the Hastings, and Johnsons and all who made the mystical summers of my youth the best times of all..
all the best " little" Carly Hokanson
Updates #1 & #2 below.
Update #1
It seems like a lot of memories are etched into my grey matter and when I think back, I remember the" darndest things".
I remember the photo of me or at least when on a visit to Camp , when I was 5 or 6 years young , to see the older kin that were there as campers , I was hanging around at the apron strings of my dearly departed Mother , Sallie. A photographer was there, I now assume taking official camp photos, seeing he needed a little action for his swimming/ pond shot he suggested that I go to the pond and do something, hence the photo of little Carly looking into the lake with amazement at the little aqua world inches below the surface. Also seen in the photo is the back of Wild Bill walking down the pier to no doubt perform some mischief of some sort. All in all it ended up showing a very typical scene of the pond and all the levels of activities.
Of course how could one forget the warmth and aromas of the mess hall, the large fireplace mantle , the wide kitchen window with wide shelf where our sustenance was put three times a day. Warren Hastings ( if I recall right) was a little task master, perhaps due to his dad running the show and I'm sure as all parents tend to do, held his flesh and blood kin a little closer to the fire. But I digress.
Well it seem to me Warren ( if memory serves me) loved the Kellogg's double GG good snack packs and held them in high regard , not only for their flavor and high sugar content, but because it would save a bowl that he would have to wash later. Unfortunately it was an act of God to cut open the top without piercing the wax paper lining that formed the temporary leak proof bowl. It took many tries with my boy scout knife to perform the act without the milk leaking and sogging out the cardboard box, But we learned to like it and use less milk and eat very quickly. Sometimes I just ate the hot cereal and do without the mess. OF course there was always the smart camper who was first to the Kellogg's assortment and squirrel away his favorite Tony the Tiger GGGGreats. We quickly learned his hiding places so we got the good stuff as well. There were so many boxes hidden when we finally sniffed out the stash, that we all had the sugar coated Pops for a week.
I seem to remember the rally song when better fare was required and,, Was that the aroma of bacon on the grill??, that drove us to the rally song. An a one , an a two, everybody sing!!
" Ham and eggs,, Ham and eggs, I like mine nice and brown, I like mine upside down,,,, Ham and eggs , Ham and eggs, Flip em, Flop em, Flop em, Flip em, Ham and egggggssss....
Everyone tried to make special requests Over easy, Sunny side up , or just take from the pan of scrambled. One or two of the older guys with more refined taste insisted on poached and cooked there own , so they had it their way, on toast points to boot!
For some reason I got KP dish duty, I can't recall if it was for a misdemeanor or just part of the hard work ethic, But I believe the dish washer had broke shortly after the hot water heater had given up the ghost( Exploded may be a better description). The camp had been inspected and due to sanitary problems due to the lack of hot H2O, the Camp in dutch, so even with out the dish washer, we had to that day the directive , "Kill the offending bugs with very hot tap water or else", The Hasting's kid on duty insisted we hold our hands to the flame and hand dip each plate into the scalding hot water, Way to hot for me, Hastings would run his hand under ice cold water to freeze his hand long enough to take the boiling oil ,hot water the newly plumbed water heater could now copiously pump out. Can you spell OUCH!!!! Hastings earned his snack packs that day!
And finally , for today at least , I remember the "Horrible Parade" I think that was the name of the event, or maybe cause it turned out that way for me,,But I digress.
We were to have costume parade day where campers would dress and act out skits and other assorted madness, so my CIT came up with the not so brilliant idea for me and another camper to dress as "fat and skinny". So at the last second, Fat was dressed with multiply layers of clothing,,,, I , Skinny, was dressed in a bathing suit and barrel , well it was bad enough for me as it was a particularly frigid day and the barrel was not designed to be polar gear. I FFFFFroze till I was blue. The fat kid had it pretty good in his copious layers,,,, That is, of course until it was time to remove the now dried black enamel paint that was used to make our painted on mustashes and other skin marking in the heavy thick permanent, no doubt lead based paint . I still remember the burn of turpentine and the redden skin burn I had.
Days later, Ivory," the soap that floated" finally removed the last traces of toxic paint. But never the memory! Also remember , the fact that the bar of Ivory was constantly being retrieved by older camper for us kids when it slipped away into the deep section that we were forbodden from. Some of them actually probably floated across the pond before they melted into nothingness in the vast Lake of Laurence. Some lucky bars decorated with sails to speed the lake's crossing and safe land fall. . Ivory served multiple purposes and laundered clothes as well as dealt out punishments when ingested by naughty little boys.. " Foaming crud??", Was that a camp song lyric as well?? " Cider from a Straw and "Goober Peas" anyone remember these??? ,, an a one , an a two.
I hope my stories remind the campers of the good times , the names have not been changed to protect the guilty! But my memory is not 99 and 44% pure ,, your fellow camper,, little Carly H.
I remember the photo of me or at least when on a visit to Camp , when I was 5 or 6 years young , to see the older kin that were there as campers , I was hanging around at the apron strings of my dearly departed Mother , Sallie. A photographer was there, I now assume taking official camp photos, seeing he needed a little action for his swimming/ pond shot he suggested that I go to the pond and do something, hence the photo of little Carly looking into the lake with amazement at the little aqua world inches below the surface. Also seen in the photo is the back of Wild Bill walking down the pier to no doubt perform some mischief of some sort. All in all it ended up showing a very typical scene of the pond and all the levels of activities.
Of course how could one forget the warmth and aromas of the mess hall, the large fireplace mantle , the wide kitchen window with wide shelf where our sustenance was put three times a day. Warren Hastings ( if I recall right) was a little task master, perhaps due to his dad running the show and I'm sure as all parents tend to do, held his flesh and blood kin a little closer to the fire. But I digress.
Well it seem to me Warren ( if memory serves me) loved the Kellogg's double GG good snack packs and held them in high regard , not only for their flavor and high sugar content, but because it would save a bowl that he would have to wash later. Unfortunately it was an act of God to cut open the top without piercing the wax paper lining that formed the temporary leak proof bowl. It took many tries with my boy scout knife to perform the act without the milk leaking and sogging out the cardboard box, But we learned to like it and use less milk and eat very quickly. Sometimes I just ate the hot cereal and do without the mess. OF course there was always the smart camper who was first to the Kellogg's assortment and squirrel away his favorite Tony the Tiger GGGGreats. We quickly learned his hiding places so we got the good stuff as well. There were so many boxes hidden when we finally sniffed out the stash, that we all had the sugar coated Pops for a week.
I seem to remember the rally song when better fare was required and,, Was that the aroma of bacon on the grill??, that drove us to the rally song. An a one , an a two, everybody sing!!
" Ham and eggs,, Ham and eggs, I like mine nice and brown, I like mine upside down,,,, Ham and eggs , Ham and eggs, Flip em, Flop em, Flop em, Flip em, Ham and egggggssss....
Everyone tried to make special requests Over easy, Sunny side up , or just take from the pan of scrambled. One or two of the older guys with more refined taste insisted on poached and cooked there own , so they had it their way, on toast points to boot!
For some reason I got KP dish duty, I can't recall if it was for a misdemeanor or just part of the hard work ethic, But I believe the dish washer had broke shortly after the hot water heater had given up the ghost( Exploded may be a better description). The camp had been inspected and due to sanitary problems due to the lack of hot H2O, the Camp in dutch, so even with out the dish washer, we had to that day the directive , "Kill the offending bugs with very hot tap water or else", The Hasting's kid on duty insisted we hold our hands to the flame and hand dip each plate into the scalding hot water, Way to hot for me, Hastings would run his hand under ice cold water to freeze his hand long enough to take the boiling oil ,hot water the newly plumbed water heater could now copiously pump out. Can you spell OUCH!!!! Hastings earned his snack packs that day!
And finally , for today at least , I remember the "Horrible Parade" I think that was the name of the event, or maybe cause it turned out that way for me,,But I digress.
We were to have costume parade day where campers would dress and act out skits and other assorted madness, so my CIT came up with the not so brilliant idea for me and another camper to dress as "fat and skinny". So at the last second, Fat was dressed with multiply layers of clothing,,,, I , Skinny, was dressed in a bathing suit and barrel , well it was bad enough for me as it was a particularly frigid day and the barrel was not designed to be polar gear. I FFFFFroze till I was blue. The fat kid had it pretty good in his copious layers,,,, That is, of course until it was time to remove the now dried black enamel paint that was used to make our painted on mustashes and other skin marking in the heavy thick permanent, no doubt lead based paint . I still remember the burn of turpentine and the redden skin burn I had.
Days later, Ivory," the soap that floated" finally removed the last traces of toxic paint. But never the memory! Also remember , the fact that the bar of Ivory was constantly being retrieved by older camper for us kids when it slipped away into the deep section that we were forbodden from. Some of them actually probably floated across the pond before they melted into nothingness in the vast Lake of Laurence. Some lucky bars decorated with sails to speed the lake's crossing and safe land fall. . Ivory served multiple purposes and laundered clothes as well as dealt out punishments when ingested by naughty little boys.. " Foaming crud??", Was that a camp song lyric as well?? " Cider from a Straw and "Goober Peas" anyone remember these??? ,, an a one , an a two.
I hope my stories remind the campers of the good times , the names have not been changed to protect the guilty! But my memory is not 99 and 44% pure ,, your fellow camper,, little Carly H.
Update #2 Camp Songs
I Ain't A Gonna Grieve My Lord No More
1. If you get to heaven,
Before I do,
Just bore a hole,
And pull me through
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
CH: I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
2. Oh, the deacon went down,
To the cellar to pray,
But he fell asleep,
And he stayed all day.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
3. Oh, you can't get to heaven,
In a motor boat,
'Cause a motor boat,
On air won't float.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
4. You can't get to heaven,
In a putt-putt car,
'Cause a putt-putt car,
Won't go that far.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
5. You can't get to heaven,
In dirty blue jeans,
'Cause the Lord don't have,
No warahin' machines.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
6. You can't get to heaven,
On roller skates,
'Cause you'll roll right past,
Those pearly gates.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
7. If I get to heaven,
Before you do,
I'll plug that hole,
With shavings and glue.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
8. You can't get to heaven,
If you've sinned all day,
'Cause if you've sinned all day,
You'll go the other way,
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
9. You can't get to heaven,
If you've sinned all day,
'Cause if you've sinned all day,
You'll go the other way,
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
10. You can't get to heaven,
In a rocking chair,
'Cause the lord don't allow,
No lazy folks there.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
11. You can't get to heaven,
With nickles in your jeans,
'Cause the Lord don't have
No slot machines.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
12. You can't get to heaven,
In a limousine,
'Cause the Lord don't sell,
No gasoline.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
13. Oh, the devil is mad,
And I am glad,
He lost a soul,
He thought he had.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
14. That's all there is,
There ain't no more,
St. Peter Himself,
Just closed the door.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
Before I do,
Just bore a hole,
And pull me through
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
CH: I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
2. Oh, the deacon went down,
To the cellar to pray,
But he fell asleep,
And he stayed all day.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
3. Oh, you can't get to heaven,
In a motor boat,
'Cause a motor boat,
On air won't float.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
4. You can't get to heaven,
In a putt-putt car,
'Cause a putt-putt car,
Won't go that far.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
5. You can't get to heaven,
In dirty blue jeans,
'Cause the Lord don't have,
No warahin' machines.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
6. You can't get to heaven,
On roller skates,
'Cause you'll roll right past,
Those pearly gates.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
7. If I get to heaven,
Before you do,
I'll plug that hole,
With shavings and glue.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
8. You can't get to heaven,
If you've sinned all day,
'Cause if you've sinned all day,
You'll go the other way,
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
9. You can't get to heaven,
If you've sinned all day,
'Cause if you've sinned all day,
You'll go the other way,
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
10. You can't get to heaven,
In a rocking chair,
'Cause the lord don't allow,
No lazy folks there.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
11. You can't get to heaven,
With nickles in your jeans,
'Cause the Lord don't have
No slot machines.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
12. You can't get to heaven,
In a limousine,
'Cause the Lord don't sell,
No gasoline.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
13. Oh, the devil is mad,
And I am glad,
He lost a soul,
He thought he had.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
14. That's all there is,
There ain't no more,
St. Peter Himself,
Just closed the door.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
Now 49 years of foaming crud, we both drink cider from a mug
Now 49 years of foaming crud , we both drink cider from a mug..
SIPPIN CIDER
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider
Through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider through a straw
I asked her if
She'd teach me how
To sip some cider
Through a straw
I asked her if she'd reach me how
To sip some cider through a straw
First cheek to cheek
Then jaw to jaw
We sipped that cider
Through a straw
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We sipped that cider through a straw
And now and then
That straw did slip
And we'd sip cider
Lip to lip
And now and then that straw did slip
And we'd sip cider lip to lip
And now I've got
A mother-in-law
And nineteen kids
That call me "Paw"
And now I've got a mother-in-law
And nineteen kids that call me "Paw"
The moral of
This little tale
Is sip your cider
Through a pail
The moral of this little tale
Is sip your cider through a pail
Was sippin' cider
Through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider through a straw
I asked her if
She'd teach me how
To sip some cider
Through a straw
I asked her if she'd reach me how
To sip some cider through a straw
First cheek to cheek
Then jaw to jaw
We sipped that cider
Through a straw
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We sipped that cider through a straw
And now and then
That straw did slip
And we'd sip cider
Lip to lip
And now and then that straw did slip
And we'd sip cider lip to lip
And now I've got
A mother-in-law
And nineteen kids
That call me "Paw"
And now I've got a mother-in-law
And nineteen kids that call me "Paw"
The moral of
This little tale
Is sip your cider
Through a pail
The moral of this little tale
Is sip your cider through a pail
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Dan Murphy tells how he found Camp Clark.
I haven't visited the site in awhile. Looking at the post for March 25, I was looking thru the names of the guys in picture and noticed the name of Gordon Parsons. Wow. Gordon Parsons is how I ended up going to Camp Clark.
When I was a 10-year-old kid, my dad and and a couple other neighbors decided to build some Sailfish sailboats, the popular flat-deck lateen-rigged sailboats. After building them, we wanted to have a mini-regatta and Gordon suggested a place where he went to camp as a kid. We packed up the cars, boats on top, headed to Lawrence Pond, and had a fun day. It must have been just before camp started. Bob Hastings came down and introduced himself, got talking about the camp, and next thing I knew, I was signed up for a month of camp. Both my parents were from New Bedford, so there was some degree of familiarity with the camp.
Gordon (Dr. Parsons) was our neighbor for a number of years in Marshfield MA. He was well-respected in town and was an avid tennis player and skier. He died at least 10 years ago on the tennis court.
Thanks for maintaining the website.
Dan Murphy Camp Clark 1964-1971
Joseph Larson adds some new camp songs. To 'round' out the day.
More on Camp Clark Songs
Recent posts on the web site prompted me to dig around for words and sources on the internet. Joe Larson
The Old Rugged Cross
George Bennard, 1913
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
Refrain:
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.
(I don’t recall singing verses 2- 4 at camp)
Bill Grogan’s Goat
Leader sings and then everyone repeats at each (*)
Lyrics:
Bill Grogan's goat,* was feeling fine.*
Ate three red shirts,* right off the line.*
Bill took a stick,* gave him three whacks,*
And tied him to,* the railroad tracks.*
The whistle blew,* the train grew nigh;*
Bill Grogan's goat,* was doomed to die.*
He gave three moans,* of mortal pain,*
Barfed up those shirts,* and flagged that train.*
The Engineer,* got out to see,*
What in the world,* this thing could be.*
And when he saw,* It was a goat,*
Pulled out his knife,* and cut it's throat.*
Now Billy Goat* is really dead,*
He went to heaven,* without a head.*
And when he got there,* St. Peter said,*
'Dear Billy Goat,* where is your head?'*
I do not know,* I can not tell,*
For all I know,* It just may be ...*
Ate three red shirts,* right off the line.*
Bill took a stick,* gave him three whacks,*
And tied him to,* the railroad tracks.*
The whistle blew,* the train grew nigh;*
Bill Grogan's goat,* was doomed to die.*
He gave three moans,* of mortal pain,*
Barfed up those shirts,* and flagged that train.*
The Engineer,* got out to see,*
What in the world,* this thing could be.*
And when he saw,* It was a goat,*
Pulled out his knife,* and cut it's throat.*
Now Billy Goat* is really dead,*
He went to heaven,* without a head.*
And when he got there,* St. Peter said,*
'Dear Billy Goat,* where is your head?'*
I do not know,* I can not tell,*
For all I know,* It just may be ...*
There’s a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a hole
There's a hole
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a log on the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a log on the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a log
There's a log
There's a log on the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a bump
There's a bump
There's a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
Etc.
There's a tail on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
Etc.
There's a flea on the tail on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
Etc.
There's a speck on the flea on the tail on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
Etc.
(I don’t recall singing the final verses, below at camp):
There's a teeny weeny something that's so small you can't see i
tOn the speck on the flea on the tail on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a what?!!
There's........all that stuff in the bottom of the sea
There's a teeny weeny something
There's a teeny weeny something
There's a teeny weeny something.....On the speck on the flea on the tail on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
Let's forget about that teeny weeny something and we'll...pluck the speck,flick the flea,tweak the tail flip the frog, move the bump, lose the log, fill up the hole..in the bottom of the sea...
''cause no one wants a hole in the bottom of the sea!!!!
http://www.metrolyrics.com/theres-a-hole-in-the-bottom-of-the-sea-lyrics-sesame-street.html#ixzz1qT9NQEOw
UPDATE #1 Joseph Larson is being kept busy staying ahead of the growing Camp Clark song list.
Every time someone posts a song title on the Camp Clark site whose words they have forgotten sends me to a Google search. Here are two that were recently posted and one that I think we sang (Tell Me Why) but I’m not sure of. Pete does this ring a bell?
Joe
I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad
Copyrighted, 1936, by Calumet Music Company Chicago, IL
I've been workin' on the railroad,
All the live long day.
I've been workin' on the railroad,
Just to pass the time away.
Don't you hear the whistle blowing?
Rise up so early in the morn.
Don't you hear the captain shouting
"Dinah, blow your horn?"
All the live long day.
I've been workin' on the railroad,
Just to pass the time away.
Don't you hear the whistle blowing?
Rise up so early in the morn.
Don't you hear the captain shouting
"Dinah, blow your horn?"
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah.
Someone's in the kitchen, I know.
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo.
Someone's in the kitchen, I know.
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o-o-o-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Strumming on the old banjo.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o-o-o-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Strumming on the old banjo.
She’ll be Coming Round the Mountian
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
When she comes
(Toot, toot!)
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
When she comes
(Toot, toot!)
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
(Toot, toot!)
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
When she comes
(Whoa back!)
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
When she comes
(Whoa back!)
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
(Whoa back! Toot, toot!)
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her
When she comes
(Hi babe!)
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her
When she comes
When she comes
(Hi babe!)
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her,
We'll all go out to meet her,
We'll all go out to meet her
When she comes
We'll all go out to meet her,
We'll all go out to meet her
When she comes
(Hi babe!
Whoa back! Toot, toot!)
Whoa back! Toot, toot!)
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
(Scratch, scratch)
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
(Scratch, scratch)
She'll be wearing red pajamas,
She'll be wearing red pajamas,
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas,
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
(Scratch, scratch, Hi babe!
Whoa back! Toot, toot!)
Whoa back! Toot, toot!)
I recall that we sang the following verse not shown in this source:
Oh we’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes
(Hack, Hack)
etc.
etc.
I don’t recall singing this verse:
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
(She snores!)
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
When she comes
(She snores!)
She will have to sleep with Grandma,
She'll have to sleep with Grandma,
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
(She snores!, hack hack,
Scratch, scratch, Hi babe!
Whoa back! Toot, toot!)
Tell Me Why
Written By: Unknown
Music By: D. Best
Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans
Copyright © 1998 KIDiddles.com
Music By: D. Best
Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans
Copyright © 1998 KIDiddles.com
Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me why the skies are blue,
And I will tell you just why I love you.
Because God made the stars to shine,
Because God made the ivy twine,
Because God made the sky so blue,
Because God made you, that's why I love you.
I really think that dear God above
Created you just for me to love;
He picked you out from all the rest
Because he knew that I'd love you the best.
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me why the skies are blue,
And I will tell you just why I love you.
Because God made the stars to shine,
Because God made the ivy twine,
Because God made the sky so blue,
Because God made you, that's why I love you.
I really think that dear God above
Created you just for me to love;
He picked you out from all the rest
Because he knew that I'd love you the best.
Joseph Larson did some "digging" and expands on the Camp Clark camp fire ritual
The Camp Clark camp fire ritual seems to be adapted from the Peace Pipe Ritual described by Ernest Thompson Seaton in his handbook, “The Birch Bark Roll”. Joe Larson
"To Wakonda, the one Great Spirit; that his wisdom be with us. Hay-oon-kee-ya. Noon-way." All answer, in a long intonation, and slightly raising the flat right hand: "Noon-way." (Amen, or this is our prayer.)
Chief: "To Maka Ina, Mother Earth, that she send us food. Hay-oon-kee-ya. Noon-way."
All (as before) : "Noon-way."
Chief: "To Weeyo-peeata, the Sunset Wind, that he come not in his strength upon us." (Blows smoke and holds the stem to the West.)
"To Wazi-yata, the Winter Wind, that he harm us not with his cold." (Pipe as before to the North.)
"To Weeyo-hinyan-pata, the Sunrise Wind, that he trouble us not with his rain." (Pipe as before to the East.)
"To Okaga, the Hot Wind, that he strike us not with his fierce heat." (Pipe as before to the South.) "Hay-oon-kee-oon-ee-ya-snee. Noon-way."
All: "Noon-way."
Great job Joe!
Does anyone know where the "Camp Clark Peace Pipe" is? Or does anyone have a picture of it? Wayne
Update # 1: Joe your "digging" and findings sent me digging and here are my findings. This is a slightly different book than the one Joe sites. This one was available in an on-line E-Book version and found HERE.
"To Wakonda, the one Great Spirit; that his wisdom be with us. Hay-oon-kee-ya. Noon-way." All answer, in a long intonation, and slightly raising the flat right hand: "Noon-way." (Amen, or this is our prayer.)
Chief: "To Maka Ina, Mother Earth, that she send us food. Hay-oon-kee-ya. Noon-way."
All (as before) : "Noon-way."
Chief: "To Weeyo-peeata, the Sunset Wind, that he come not in his strength upon us." (Blows smoke and holds the stem to the West.)
"To Wazi-yata, the Winter Wind, that he harm us not with his cold." (Pipe as before to the North.)
"To Weeyo-hinyan-pata, the Sunrise Wind, that he trouble us not with his rain." (Pipe as before to the East.)
"To Okaga, the Hot Wind, that he strike us not with his fierce heat." (Pipe as before to the South.) "Hay-oon-kee-oon-ee-ya-snee. Noon-way."
All: "Noon-way."
Great job Joe!
Does anyone know where the "Camp Clark Peace Pipe" is? Or does anyone have a picture of it? Wayne
Update # 1: Joe your "digging" and findings sent me digging and here are my findings. This is a slightly different book than the one Joe sites. This one was available in an on-line E-Book version and found HERE.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Don Johnson offers some old and some very new memories. Kids and Grandkids at Camp.
I have been promising myself to put some words to paper and your latest posting did the trick. Please keep up the e-mails and site work. Thanks
Camp Clark Reminiscing:
I guess I have to look up the rest of the words to these songs to add to the list:
“I’ve been working on the railroad”
“She’ll be coming round the mountain”
“Father Abraham had seven sons”
My first year as a camper, I was in Kowah lodge. Attached is a picture. We were on the second floor the craft shop was on the first. I think I was 9 and we lived in Marion, MA and my parents knew Bob Hastings.
I can remember a camp out in the Junior Pines area in an old woolen army sleeping bag under the stars; it rained on us that night.
Another year found me in Craiglaigh Cabin.
We moved to Mattapoisett and my parents enrolled me in the New Bedford YMCA, Saturday program to learn to swim.
Year’s later Bob Hasting asked me to go to Springfield College for water certification and for two summers I was a counselor in Rotary cabin and worked the water front.
Tom, Carl and I took the Duck for a sail in a good wind and running before the wind snapped the mast and ended up on the north end of the lake. Bob came to the rescue and in about a week my father working for a boat yard in New Bedford had come up with a new mast. Need to say a learning experience. Tom has explained our Junior point Scandinavian setting in his posting. My mother made us a flag with the Swedish flag on one side and the Norwegian flag on the other. We flew that flag at Junior Point every day.
Sunday evening services on Brown Bread Hill and collecting pine cones for every year at camp.
Swim meets and ball games with Camp Burgess. Camping hikes and overnights in the dunes at Sandy Neck.
Camp experiences set the stage for many years of family camping, backpacking, and many fond memories with my kids and adults in the outdoors.
Camp has had several generations of Johnson’s
My brother-in-law Robert Tenney came to live with us in Falmouth and was a camper and a counselor. Our two sons’, Christopher and Scott were Camp Clark campers. Christopher worked the water front at Camp Lyndon teaching sailing for a year before going off to the service.
For a few years, we would return for an “Old Timers Softball Game”
Our youngest daughter Karen was a day camper at Camp Lyndon, and we hosted a Spanish exchange student that year.
Karen’s oldest son Ryan attended Camp Lyndon for a season two year’s ago.
This has been a very fun and happy exercise.
Thank you all who have set this stage and carried on an important tradition.
Don Johnson (Fuzzy) (Chief Lono)
My first year as a camper, I was in Kowah lodge. Attached is a picture. We were on the second floor the craft shop was on the first. I think I was 9 and we lived in Marion, MA and my parents knew Bob Hastings.
Thanks to Donald Johnson for “The old rugged cross”. This song reminds me of two important things in my life. First my grandmother. It was her favorite song. She passed away in 1978.
Secondly I always think of the Old Rugged Cross on the top of Camp Clark's Brown Bread Hill. Both memories bring tears to my eyes.
Brown Bread Hill - The Old Rugged Cross
Thanks to Bob Zimmermann for the photo.
Thanks to Donald Johnson for “The old rugged cross”. This song reminds me of two important things in my life. First my grandmother. It was her favorite song. She passed away in 1978.
Secondly I always think of the Old Rugged Cross on the top of Camp Clark's Brown Bread Hill. Both memories bring tears to my eyes.
Brown Bread Hill - The Old Rugged Cross
Thanks to Bob Zimmermann for the photo.
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